They drove to an old storage facility on the edge of town.
Marcus had never been there before.
Neither had Diane.
They found unit 214.
The key fit.
The door rolled upward.
Inside was darkness.
Marcus turned on the light.
Diane gasped.
The unit wasn’t filled with money.
It wasn’t filled with valuable possessions.
It was filled with boxes.
Hundreds of them.
Some contained winter coats.
Others contained canned food, blankets, shoes, books, and children’s toys.
On one wall were dozens of handwritten cards.
Diane walked closer.
She picked one up.
“For the family on Oak Street.”
Another:
“For the shelter—winter supplies.”
Another:
“For the boy who loves dinosaurs.”
Marcus looked at her.
“What is this?”
Diane shook her head.
“I don’t know.”
Then she saw the photograph.
Caleb was standing in the middle of the storage unit.
Marcus beside him.
Buddy at their feet.
Behind them were stacks of donations.
